"Fact Is"

FACT IS

-- for y.k.  

I stand firm from my place of pedestal …

our eyes meeting often, our hearts just out of arm’s reach.

I …

open out to you.

Bring

up

sides down.

Allow entry

where most exit.

I …

bend backward for you.

Submerge myself in this dance.

Skim just short of stroking spaces filled

only with memory

of your breath

hungry

at my neck’s nape.

Needing more.

I …

pull myself apart.

Search for you high.

Offer my hand

aching

wildly toward you across what might be time

but feels like

Canyons filled for miles with strange

Gasping

groping

creatures coming

closing in

snatchers searching

for molten love.

I am avoiding

them

there

.

Poised to swallow

Already waiting for

one knee buckle

the slight slip of a too cold foot.

I see them gearing up

grey and white.

An entire world

of rushing water.

Too much too soon of what

should be a good thing

can mean death.

I …

do these things….

Not as satisfaction for my own desires.

More for the fear that you’ll fall and

too many already  weak

and waiting

beneath you,

will again be there to catch you.